Mmm
Mmm
Tyrone
You said
You said I was a furry fat sh*t
And I
Well I
I don't really appreciate...
That
b*tch!
Listen you pink- eye browed b*tch
I know you think- you can win
This wittle battle- but you can sit
Your dough ass in- the oven
After December I’ll dismember
You arms n’ legs plus ya head
In the shed, with the bread
You live under- that’s right man
I’ll eat your insides
As you cry
Ill beat you into
Little crumbs
I’ll eat your insides
As you cry
Ill beat you into
Little crumbs